Chapter 71: The Middle Stage of Kaimai Realm

Qingyang thought that the master would dislike it, but Master Songhe snatched the porcelain bottle from Qingyang's hand, held it in his arms, and said: "I haven't tasted wine for more than ten days. You don't know that master and I have been holding it back during this time." What's going on, let alone the water used to clean the wine pool, even if it is the water used to clean the toilet, as long as it smells of alcohol, your master and I will taste it."

Although what Song He said was outrageous, it also showed how greedy Song He was for wine. Qingyang knew that his master was good at wine, so he pretended to be a wine drinker, hoping that the master would give in to him, because the barren mountains and ridges were also This was the only way, but he didn't expect that his master was so good at drinking that he would taste any toilet water.

With the porcelain bottle in his hand, Old Taoist Songhe seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and his appetite came up. He ate a piece of meat in a big mouthful, and then took a careful sip of the rain wine, savoring the good wine, and then he smashed it, smashed his mouth, and shouted One voice: "Good wine, so enjoyable!"

Later, Old Taoist Songhe stopped being polite to Qingyang and started eating meat and wine himself. While drinking, he drank to his heart's content. He didn't have the image of a master at all.

Qingyang has only seen this kind of situation once in ten years. That time it was because Master Songhe drank a pot of aged wine that had been collected by others for decades. Unexpectedly, he would see it again today.

Not long after, after finishing a bottle of rain wine, Old Taoist Songhe actually ate most of the roasted hare, completely opposite to his previous lack of appetite.

"The days of wine and meat wouldn't change even for an immortal. It is indeed the fairy wine you said. Even the water used to wash the pond is so delicious. It's so happy. Today is so happy!" After saying this, Old Taoist Songhe tilted his head. He fell to the ground, snoring loudly.

Qingyang was originally planning to drink with his master, but he didn't expect Master Songhe to get drunk so quickly. He shook his head helplessly and had to drink with himself.

After he drank a bottle of wine, he realized why Songhe Lao Dao had such a reaction, because the stamina of the rain wine was so great that even he couldn't control it. Qingyang suppressed his drunkenness, blocked the stone at the entrance of the cave, and then fell to the ground.

Early the next morning, before Qingyang woke up, he was pulled by Master Songhe to sit up. As soon as Qingyang opened his eyes, Master Songhe said urgently: "Disciple, good disciple. , Do you still have the rain wine from yesterday? Would you like Master to get some water to help you wash it?"

Seeing the master's eager look, Qingyang said: "Master, don't be so anxious. There must be some rain wine left, but you can't drink it this way. After drinking it, it will be gone."

Old Taoist Songhe scratched his head and said: "Yes, you really can't waste good things like this. What if you can't drink it in the future? You should really control it and drink no more than one bottle a day."

Then Songhe Old Taoist said again: "Disciple, you don't know, this rain wine not only tastes good, but also seems to have an effect on my strength recovery. When I woke up today, I felt that my strength had recovered by nearly 10%. Now I am surrounded by Activities are no longer affected.”

Qingyang was so drunk yesterday that he didn't have time to taste it carefully. Now that his master mentioned it, he couldn't help but feel the changes in his body. Sure enough, the zhenqi in the body seemed to be purer, but the amount did not increase because of the bottleneck.

But he can feel that this rain wine still has a certain effect on improving his cultivation. It is many times faster than absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world alone. According to this situation, he can drink more than twenty bottles at most. , it is possible to break through the bottleneck in the early to mid-stage of opening the pulse realm.

This is good news, but there is also bad news. There is not a lot of rain wine in the wine pool. There are only less than a hundred bottles in all. The number of more than 20 bottles must account for at least a quarter. , to be on the safe side, I have to keep at least thirty bottles as backup. After breaking through the current realm, the effect of rain wine on Qingyang will be much smaller. Even if the rest is left to the master, he will not be able to drink it for many days.

But that's how he thought about it. It was a blessing to be able to get such a good thing unexpectedly. If he was so dissatisfied, then he was too greedy.

After that, Qingyang no longer dwelled on the matter, but re-entered the Drunken Immortal Gourd, got a bottle of rain wine for his master, and sat aside, trying to continue practicing.

Although the strength of Taoist Songhe has recovered a little, neither of them is in a hurry to go back. There are only Qingyang and his apprentice in Xiping Temple, so they stay wherever they are. Anyway, there is nothing to do when they go back. There is nothing valuable in the broken Taoist temple. It is better to stay here for a few more days. Moreover, Qingyang and Taoist Songhe are very clear that they may not have many days together.

Unknowingly, a month has passed. During this period, Taoist Songhe lived a carefree life, drinking and eating meat every day, drinking until his eyes were blurred, and sleeping until he woke up naturally.

Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would walk around in the mountains and forests to take a breath. His strength has long been restored, but he never mentioned going back, as if he was a little reluctant to leave.

During this period, Qingyang spent most of his time practicing during the day, and at night, he would get drunk with rain wine and sleep in the cave like his master. Gradually, he began to adapt to the life of a cultivator, and he also had a deeper understanding and more knowledge of things related to cultivating immortals.

The most important thing is that he broke through the bottleneck of the early to middle stage of the Kaimai Realm and entered the fourth level of the Kaimai Realm.

Although this is only a small level change, his strength has been greatly improved. Now he is not inferior to the first-class masters in the world. If he meets an opponent like Hu Zhenhua again, Qingyang feels that he has at least 60% chance of defeating him.

In addition to practicing, Qingyang will take time to walk around the mountains and forests every day to feel the spiritual energy of other places and look for the spiritual objects he imagined. I don’t know if his strength is too poor, the search range is too small, or this place is not suitable for the growth of spiritual objects. In a month, he only found three herbs with a little spiritual energy.

These three herbs can only be regarded as semi-spiritual herbs, not enough to reach the level of spiritual herbs, and are even worse than what he got in the abandoned garden in the secret place last time. Qingyang doesn’t understand it very well, but he can see that the spiritual power content of these spiritual herbs is not even as good as his bottle of rain wine.

But even a mosquito leg is still meat. Qingyang was a little discouraged, but he still planted the three herbs in the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. If he met other cultivators in the future, he could at least exchange them for something.

During this time, another thing happened. Six of the alcoholic bees that Qingyang placed in the small pavilion woke up, but only the queen bee was still as dead and had not moved.

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